Nobundo's face darkened, and he forced himself to endure it.
As Draenei, Nobundo was a handsome young man with countless lovers.
After becoming an ugly, Broken, I've endured countless scornful looks and contempt, but I've long since gotten used to it.
"I am Draenei, Nobundo." Nobundo forced himself to remain calm.
Durotan raised his head and gave him a disdainful look:
"So the foolish Draenei haven't all been killed yet? What, you're here for revenge?"
Nobundo was furious. It was one thing to be looked down upon, but to be despised by the entire Draenei was something Nobundo was deeply resentful of.
"The Draenei created a magnificent civilization? While we were traveling through the stars, you Orcs were still playing in the mud on the ground."
"Was it useful?" Durotan's aged face was full of mockery. "The Draenei are nothing but fools, a lowly race with inferior intelligence."
Miu'en Earthfury stood by silently, watching the two argue with amusement.
"What evidence do you have?" Nobundo retorted.
Durotan gave a cold laugh:
"We Orcs have been preparing to defeat the Draenei for a long time. Back then, I was just a child, and I infiltrated the Draenei city with Orgrimmar. Your leader, Velen, a simple-minded old man with dementia, actually showed us two children the Draenei's defenses, which was tantamount to slaughtering his own people. It's hard to imagine that he has lived for over 25,000 years. Has he lived to the age of a freshwater beast?"
Nobundo was speechless and couldn't utter a word.
Nobundo, with his understanding of the Holy Light, knew that all of this was the Holy Light's arrangement.
Velen was no fool; on the contrary, he was very clever. For his own future, he did not hesitate to betray the Draenei.
"Shameless!" Nobundo cursed Velen under his breath.
Durotan, thinking he was being insulted, grinned and said, "Since you're here for revenge, then make your move. We Orcs would rather die standing than live on our knees."
Behind him, Durotan's wife, Draka, also stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with her husband, their eyes resolute, ready to die.
Nobundo embarrassed he couldn't speak, Miu'en Earthfury quickly stepped in to smooth things over:
"Lord Durotan, you misunderstand. We've come to ask you for a favor."
Durotan turned around and examined the two horns on Miu'en's head:
And what are you?
When the Orcs were fighting in the Eastern Kingdoms, they never saw the Tauren.
Miu'en felt insulted.
But considering that the Orcs in front of him was Savior 'Thrall father, Tauren were inherently lowly and merely food for Orcs, he felt relieved.
With a forced smile, Miu'en said, "Lord Durotan, your son is the Savior of Azeroth, the Warchief of the Horde, who has saved Azeroth countless times."
Durotan and Draka exchanged glances, their expressions extremely grim.
Nobundo and Miu'en found it strange; the couple, who had lived in seclusion for many years, should have been overjoyed to learn that they had such a successful son.
That expression is very strange.
"Durotan and I do have a son." This time it was Draka who spoke, his pair of sharp, refined fangs gleaming. "Shortly after his birth, our best friend betrayed us, stealing our son away. Left with no other choice, we faked our death and went into hiding."
Nobundo scratched his head. According to historical records, Durotan and his wife were hunted down by assassins from the Stormreaver Clan.
The Stormreaver Clan are an assassin organization controlled by Gul'dan.
But Durotan and Gul'dan were definitely not friends.
Durotan's best friend can only be Orgrim Doomhammer.
There's more to it than meets the eye!
Miu'en's eyes darted around, and thinking the couple were worried that Orgrim was still alive, he added:
"Your old friend, Orgrim Doomhammer, fell many years ago."
Although Miu'en didn't know the truth, he could tell at a glance that Orgrim died in a power struggle with Thrall.
Strangely, the Durotans ' concerns were not alleviated at all.
"That's a real shame," Durotan said viciously. "I thought I'd have a chance to kill this scoundrel with my own hands."
Nobundo was confused. "I don't understand why you look worried when your son is so outstanding."
Durotan lowered his head and thought for a long time, "If I tell you the truth, can you go back and lie and say you've never seen us?"
Nobundo and Miu'en exchanged a glance and nodded in unison.
These two are seasoned veterans; they're quite adept at making oaths and promises, and they wouldn't feel any psychological pressure at all.
Nobundo turned and went to the window, picked up the withered Snow Tea Flower, and reminisced about the past:
"When my wife was pregnant, this pot of Snow Tea Flower was about to bloom, which I thought was a good omen. However, on the day of her delivery, Windfury howled Gale raged, and the sky was covered by green Fel clouds, forming a terrifying Maelstrom."
"I heard the voice of a Demons, a voice like Thunder, echoing endlessly between heaven and earth. Later I learned that this Demons was Kil'jaeden. He told us that our son would become the leader of the Orcs, that he would bring hope and a future to the Orcs, and that his future was limitless."
"And then?" Nobundo asked curiously.
Durotan closed his eyes, painfully recalling:
"Our child was born. His skin was green, and his entire body was shrouded in Fel. He could speak from birth and possessed powerful Fel energy, summoning a large group of Demons Imps who formed a circle around him and worshipped him. Can you imagine? A newborn child, like a king."
Nobundo and Durotan exchanged glances, who could have imagined that Thrall would be so extraordinary from birth?
"When Gul'dan found out, he immediately sent men to seize the child. He believed this child was the future of the Orcs, and only the Shadow Council was qualified to raise him. Of course, I wouldn't hand the child over to the Evil Gul'dan, so I went to our old friend Orgrim. Orgrim agreed to protect the child and sent a guard to help us hide him."
At this point, Durotan's face was filled with anger. "The guard attempted a sneak attack but was subdued by my Frostwolf Clan. The guard told us the truth; he was actually an assassin from the Stormreaver Clan, one of Gul'dan's men. Orgrim knew his identity all along and sent him to kill us."
What happened next is easy to guess.
The assassin failed in his mission and, to avoid punishment, lied upon returning and claimed to have killed the Durotans.
Miu'en laughed heartily and said:
"You can rest assured, your son is named Thrall, kind and benevolent, who has long since abandoned Fel and pursued the way of nature. He is an excellent Shaman."
Durotan looked at him with mockery, as if he were a fool:
"I am the chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan. Do you think I don't know what kind of Orcs can become a chieftain?"
Draka shook his head and smiled wryly:
"The Orcs chieftains have never been benevolent. Their ability to Horde the various Clans of the Horde must have brought much disaster to Azeroth. Now, tell me, what is the true purpose of your visit?"
Nobundo looked embarrassed and shrugged helplessly, saying:
"Alright, I'll tell you. The great Savior Thrall has been kidnapped by villains. To rescue him, we need the blood of his closest relatives to cast Bloodline Connection Magic."
Durotan asked calmly, "A lot of blood is needed, isn't it? We'll all die."
Nobundo nodded.
Miu'en patiently pleaded, "Thrall Savior, is of paramount importance to Azeroth and Outland, concerning the lives and deaths of countless people. I urge you both to understand the greater good and save Azeroth."